On the way to Cappadocia in Turkey, our first stop was Antalya, charming town at the foot of Taurus Mountains with lovely beach and cozy marina. Being there for couple of days, didn’t just want to lie on the beach, but rather to stroll along the cost. There was a mound to be seen from Antalya’s Marina, while the beach was on the opposite side. They told us that the famous Ataturk’s Park stretches in the middle.
The park is located on the hill’s rocks and the view from there is amazing. Because of the heights expect some steady breeze. Look up and there you’ll see few paragliders above your head. Nice alleys along the way, green areas, flowers of all kinds, even few improvised springs and wooden bridges.
If you are just passing through you can find benches to sit and enjoy the view. But if it’s too appealing – and believe me it is – there is a wide range of restaurants and cafes to take a break in.
We got the table in one, ordered some lunch and waited, and waited, and waited… Turkish families with numerous members were pouring in, moving tables around, being noisy and cheerful (obviously on holidays), and the waiter just couldn’t manage to be everywhere at the same time. The weather was great, warm, with that breeze, tables were lied out in the shade of a pine tree. It wasn’t quiet because of those group-lunches, but we didn’t mind. It was interesting to see how they were all drinking hot tea in this weather, while we were craving some cold water.
And than, the waiter got to our table at last, he brought bread while we were waiting for the meal to be ready. The basket was full, like the whole big bread was cut in slices and put in there!
“We are not expecting any more company”, we smiled, looking at that laden basket.
“Oh no, that’s just for you, you can never have enough bread!”, he said.
Glanced around towards other tables – he was right, all the baskets were loaded! Don’t let me even begin to describe those baskets included in Turkish families’ lunches…